If Life Gives you Lemons—-Thursday, June 14, 2018

“If Life gives you lemons, make some kind of fruity juice.”–Conan O’Brien

We finished the first set of water just as the morning sun broke forth torching the sky’s edge with brilliant color.

Terry’s foot is doing ever so much better.  Although, by nighttime, he says it still pains him; sleeping can be rough.

Still, each day is an improvement.

So being a tad tired of work, he decided we needed to take a ride.

Loading up we headed to Grand Mesa…the largest flat top mountain in the world.…the old-timers used to say.

When I was a tween my family spent all summer up here.  I used to think that the old gods lived here.  The Gods of the Indians, for this, was the Utes hunting ground. I would tell myself the Gods of the Indians were here; having been driven back into these high valleys, green places, and lush forests onto of the world. I would walk along paths deep within the forest and sing to those old Gods.

We roared along the highways, gazing out onto blue lands, trees full and lush, the cool air suffused with an azure light which glinted off the lakes.

We dove over the top, into Grand Junction then home again.  The little rest refreshed our eyes, our minds, and our bodies.

The work still there, waiting, only now…it lifted us up once more, lending satisfaction to our day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Peaceful Radiance—-Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The wind has been blowing hot and long for several days now.  Starting around 10 in the morning and sighing to nothingness by twilight.

The full moon is shrinking, every night a little bit more toward that dark time without the moon.

Still the evenings are beautiful with the shining path of peaceful radiance we call silver-moon-lit skies.

I love these little spaces of time, whereby it’s just Boomer and I walking in the silence (sometimes Min-Min cat goes along with us) ….which really isn’t silent.

The furnace blast of heat is gone, the night air calm and alive, with an intoxication, of being pleasantly free from huge gusts of heat—hot wind, which whirls my hair into my face and mouth; free from being pelted with tiny bits of dirt.

In the daytime we hear the voice of the wind, but as the evening comes on we feel the night of tranquility!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

It Rained Off and On —- Tuesday, June 14, 2016

It rained off and on all day and well into the evening yesterday.  Bringing with it a chilly cool down.  (Although, it didn’t stop the boys once, or even slow them down on what they were doing.)

Rainbow-for-Blade-1Heading into to town to take them to the Rec Center for swimming and basketball

Rainbow-for-Blade-2We  saw a wonderful site in the sky

Rainbow-for-Blade-3Since I was driving Bladen took these for me.  He knows how much I love collecting rainbows.

Love,

Linda

Maybe Today—Nope!—Sunday, June 14, 2015

Conversation Saturday morning….7:00

Terry-“What does the weather people say about the weather today?  If it’s going to be nice for a week I really need to cut the alfalfa.”

Clouds-1

Me–“Hummm, a slight, chance of scattered thunderstorms.”

Terry–“Okay, I’ll get ready and then go out this afternoon.  First I need to haul some dirt.”

Me–“Sounds Good!”

2:30 p.m.

RainHail, rain, thunder, lightening, flooding.

Terry, after coming in soaked, —“I guess we were in the path of the SLIGHT chance of a thunder storm.”

Me–“I guess so.”

Your friend on a very wet western Colorado Farm,

Linda